I got up at 5 am, showered, got all ready, made my lunch with avocado and tomato and everything I love on a sandi... I even have a yummy pear packed up with the sandi. I drove the 50 minute drive down to the SLC. But, when I arrived at the school, the secretary asked me who I was subbing for.
Not a good sign.
The teacher had asked me over a week ago if I could sub Thursday and Friday. I guess she forgot.
I called her. She didn't answer. She saw me in the office as she was clambering up to her classroom (I say clambering because she just got knee surgery) and she says "Oh no, I forgot to tell you I cancelled my doctor appointment. Do you want to sub today? I suppose you could."
Why would I sub for you when you are here? (mind you, I said this in my head, not to her)
No, no, It is fine. I will just find something to do down here in Salt Lake while I wait for a special something in the mail at my parents. (I will fill you in on this later, hehe so excited!)
So, here I am. Sitting. Waiting. Wishing I was working. Is that a normal thing to do? Wish you were working? I have been wishing that every day now for the past 5 months. I want to work so much. This whole application/Interview process for becoming a teacher is really putting a damper on my desire to do so. I want to teach, but do I have to interview? The kids are so much easier to talk with than the administrators. Actually, I am still hoping for an interview at all. I keep telling myself that they will come, but have I missed them?
Anyway, I guess I will continue to look at puppies on KSL and dream of my one day sidekick (and wait for the mail).
1 comment:
dang... i am sorry. it will come:)
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